We are so excited to have Royce Reed blogging here at VH1.com throughout the upcoming season of Basketball Wives. From her insider’s perspective, Royce plans to recap her life both onscreen and off. Below, Royce takes on the fourth episode of Basketball Wives, Season 2, including Stampagte ’11…
When Keepin’ It Real Goes WRONG
I don’t know about y’all but this episode had me on edge and I was there! For the entire week I was like a kid waiting for a holiday, I could barely sleep. But after a glass of wine and a good movie, I knocked out and woke up to prepare for an entertaining night.
First up, Tami! She’s baaaaack! You can get mad at me all you want but I LIKE Tami. She may be a little over the top at times, but you can be sure she will NOT bite her tongue and she WILL keep it real. She doesn’t have to confront you with a sidekick and she doesn’t really care if you agree or disagree. The conversation she had with Suzie was hilarious and I if you missed it, there was a lot of sarcasm in her jokes. I like the fact she didn’t choose sides and stayed neutral while at the same time trying to make light of the situation. I can see Tami is careful who she calls her friends but she still wants to hang out and have fun. There is nothing wrong with that. She’s making her own decisions and basing it off of her own opinions.
Next up, Shaunie and her shoes. I’m such a tomboy, can you tell? I am the LAST one to talk about anything fashionable so when I see these women so into their shoes, it makes me laugh. I wish I was brought up a little more girly but I wasn’t. I consider myself a Bratz Doll who’s trynna be cool with a bunch of Barbies. I wish Shaunie well with this endeavor and she really seems into it. Who knows, since I need so much help, she may send me some samples: size 6.5, FYI. Oh and side note to Shaunie: I ain’t mad atcha girl! I see you with your boo. That cougar side of you is in full effect! “Work it ooooout!” <- Martin voice!
CUPCAKES!!! All I can say is I love to eat. There can be a war going on around me and I will still eat (see: the drink-throwing and the name-calling in past episodes). Those cupcakes were yummy and I attempted to take a few back to the room to share with Dwayne, BUT they didn’t make it. LOL! Thanks Mischa’s Cupcakes (shameless plug for her). Anyways, you may call it boring but I called it relaxing to be around two females who just wanted to laugh and enjoy life. Gosh, that kinda sounded boring writing it but when you are constantly around drama, it’s nice to just relax. Ashley is a cool chick and as you can see Suzie and I are cool. I don’t think I’m playing both sides at all. I’m neutral, and it seems I take a lot of heat for that. The whole Suzie and Evelyn thing is getting old and that dinner with Dwayne I tried to diffuse several times only to be shot down by everyone else, INCLUDING Dwayne. Of course, that wasn’t shown. I promised there would be no drink-throwing but I can’t keep their mouths shut and I will continue to invite them both because that’s in the BEST interest for me. Selfish? NO. Safe? Yes. Perfect example? Ashley’s charity event. They clearly were not invited but when you have two females who claim, “We are Miami,” it’s hard to keep them away from anything in the 305. It’s hard to say they came to START drama, but I don’t think they came to eat cupcakes and enjoy themselves, either.
Moving on, let’s just get to it. The EVENT! I feel like there should be drum rolls playing in the background. I thought the event started out nice. There weren’t a lot of people there, but it was quaint. The drinks were nice…as you can tell, LOL. I thought everyone was mingling and getting along as well as could be expected. When Tami walked in, I smiled and shook hands but inside my brain was screaming RED LIGHT RED LIGHT. I’d been told by a little birdie that a few things were said in a conversation about me by her and she didn’t think she would “like me.” So of course, I had preconceived notions and my guard was up. I’d never met someone so blunt with people they’d just met. Ashley was definitely caught off guard, while I was just prepared.
In Round 2, of the event, in walks Evelyn and Jenn like they were the stepsisters trying to crash Cinderella’s ball. I was shocked but when I saw how Ashley was handling them being there, I thought, “Hey, if you like it, I love it.” It wasn’t my event and it didn’t concern or matter to me if they stayed or not. But again, they came with the attitudes of, “We are Miami,” and, “We get invited to everything that happens in this city.” It was to the point that no matter what was said, they had issues with it. However, I don’t think either of them, especially Jennifer, was prepared for Hurricane Tami. I definitely stood my ground and I think Tami respected that in a weird way. I probably would’ve gotten my ass kicked, but I don’t back down and I was just trynna play peacemaker yet again. I’ve heard people call her ghetto, loud, and everything else, BUT I understood her frustration finally. Originally, I thought it was just over some DAMN food stamps, but then after listening to the conversation that took place when I wasn’t around, I get it. I doubt I would’ve taken my shoes off and taken it to that level but I definitely would’ve been shaken by a few statements that were made. It’s fine that Jenn has never seen a food stamp, although I find it hard to believe when you learn about status and lifestyles in most American history courses or at least life-management skills and home economics classes. For the record though, she did say she’s seen the “cards, not the dollars.” I think the turning point was when she said her dad picked her up from school in a Porsche, and her not seeing a food stamp meant she wasn’t ghetto. I gotta admit that kinda irked me. My parents had a Cadillac and a Lexus and picked me and my brother up and dropped us off at school, but I definitely grew up in Tangelo Park where it went from poverty to lottery winners. Your status doesn’t make you ghetto or bourgie, it’s your upbringing. Being humble and not taking material things for granted is far more attractive than throwing it in someone’s face. You may need money to live, but you need love to survive. Just a word of advice: you can’t take s*** with you when you die, but a legacy. What do you want to leave behind?